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Matriarch

from A Sense of Control by Tropaion

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lyrics

Alone I stand, the worlds weight in the palm of my hand
I am god and the devil, a being with no control of its vessel
my strings are pulled in opposing ways, a juxtaposition between fear and faith
in the form of a monster whose death might be my saving grace

oh father, you're the worst of me
the brooding devil who crafted my strings
in unison with mother whom tied them to me
a sense of control is all I crave

matriarch
dont strangle me, let me grow give me room to breath
they possess my mind and tighten the strings
im not even the ghost in my own machine

I stalk the night
and chase the voices away
they lurk in the shadows and they know my name
paranoid, delusional the devil says as if he cant see the strings
that digs those shadows graves

I can hear gods laugh
I am a pawn in this game
she is beautiful in the ugliest way
to this day I cant stand the sound
that the devil makes, the cackling
shriek of their chess game

no control
They watching every move I make
no control, my strings shake

*spoken word
spinning around and around and around spinning around and around and around*

This violence is quiet
I struggle to my feet
the devil has my hands
and his mask is only skin deep

look a bit closer
notice his hands in me
look at the loose stitches
splitting at the seam

oh father, you're the worst of me
the brooding devil who crafted my strings
in unison with mother whom tied them to me
a sense of control is all I crave

matriach
dont strangle me, let me grow give me room to breath
they possess my mind and tighten the strings
im not even the ghost in my own machine

matriach
dont strangle me, let me grow give me room to breath
they possess my mind and tighten the strings
im not even the ghost in my own machine

I hide in the shadows stalking the night
in the places even god cant shine her light
she smiles at me, just out of reach
a string snaps
to our mutual disbelief

as our eyes locked
all she could see was the horror
of death playing my strings

I took her eyes

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from A Sense of Control, released June 28, 2015

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Vocals - Jack
Guitar - Phil
Drums - Ben

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